Текст и перевод песни Zabranjeno Pusenje - 12 Sati-Live

12 Sati-Live

12 SATI
Proslo je 12 sati mala carolije su nestale
Konji postase misevi a kocije bundeve
Ti si opet jedna od smizli dosadnih
A ja nafurani student polovni buntovnik
Proslo je 12 sati mala carolije su nestale
Al vrijeme je da se nove karte podjele
Veceras moras stisnuti sake u oci me gledati
I sutra ces opet svoje snove zivjeti
Foliram te da drzim igru u svojim rukama
Foliram te da znam kuda sada
Foliram te da sam jak
Foliram te al tramvaj mi lezi na grudima
A ja bi malo plako ali glumim frajera
Uzalud mala taj pogled ko iz francuskih filmova
Idi sada kuci ima i sutra dan
Jer proslo je 12 sati mala carolije su nestale
Konji postase misevi a kocije bundeve
Foliram te da drzim igru u svojim rukama
Foliram te da znam kuda sada
Foliram te da sam jak
Foliram te al tramvaj mi lezi na grudima
I ja bi malo plako ali glumim frajera

12 Midnight-Live

12 MIDNIGHT
It struck 12:00, little Cinderella, and the magic has worn off,
Horses turned into mice, and carriages into pumpkins,
Yet again, you proved to be as boring and meaningless as you usually are,
And I found myself as a puffed-up student, a poser of a rebel.
It struck 12:00, little Cinderella, and the magic has worn off,
It's time to deal a new hand of cards.
Tonight, you must clench your fists, gaze into my eyes,
And tomorrow, you will embark on a new dream.
I fool myself into believing that I hold power over you,
I fool myself into knowing where I'm headed.
I fool myself into thinking I'm strong.
I fool myself, but the weight of this streetcar rests heavy on my chest.
Truth be told, I feel like shedding a few tears, but I pretend to be unfazed.
To no avail, little girl, that look straight out of a French film.
Go home now, there's another day tomorrow.
For it struck 12:00, little Cinderella, and the magic has worn off.
Horses turned into mice, and carriages into pumpkins.
I fool myself into believing that I hold power over you,
I fool myself into knowing where I'm headed.
I fool myself into thinking I'm strong.
I fool myself, but the weight of this streetcar rests heavy on my chest.
Truth be told, I feel like shedding a few tears, but I pretend to be unfazed.